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Like Mother, Like
Daughter
A tale by Dom
Master...
Chapter
13
Joe led his two sex slaves
back into the basement and secured them.
He then made his way back upstairs and prepared another pitcher of his
protein smoothie, laced with more stimulants. The two captives had not slept in 3 days
and the strain was beginning to show, which of course was the idea. Joe had to break them
completely.
Joe forced Carla and
Jennifer to quickly consume their drinks and relieve themselves on the stainless
steel toilet. Since Carla went
first, she was first to be bound.
Joe positioned Carla on her knees, crossed her legs at the ankles and
lashed them together with a leather strap.
He then bound her arms tightly behind her back, and pressed her forward
against a Plexiglas board, mounted on an adjustable stand, that had holes
aligned with her breasts. Pulling a
strap snugly across her back, Joe pressed Carla’s chest firmly against the clear
plastic and made sure her tits protruded freely through the holes. He then secured young Jennifer likewise,
and positioned the two so they faced each other.
Jennifer’s mind raced as
the leather strap was cinched tight across her back. The bottoms of her breasts were pinched
in the openings until Joe reached his fingers in and lifted them out. She tried not to imagine what he had in
mind for her and her mother, but she certainly knew it was going to be bad, and
she stared into her mother’s eyes for some kind of
reassurance.
Carla returned her
daughter’s gaze, but the situation was hopeless. They were Joe’s playthings, and there
was simply nothing she could do about it.
Her body ached and she was exhausted, but her nerves were on edge and she
shivered from the cold, the fear and the stimulants that flooded her
bloodstream.
Having secured them to his
satisfaction, Joe knelt between Carla and Jennifer and absentmindedly stroked
their tits.
“My, my, my…” he slowly
exclaimed. “You better soak in how
good these titties feel right now, cuz they won’t feel like this again for a
l-o-n-g time.” Joe drew out the
word long, which wasn’t missed by the two girls.
Jennifer struggled against
the leather strap which held her tight, but to no avail. Carla too tried instinctively to protect
her vulnerable breasts, fearing the worst, but was not able to move an inch in
any direction. Looking down she
could see her nipples standing fully erect in the cold air as though they were
making themselves available for whatever this sick bastard had in mind. She couldn’t help but notice that
Jennifer’s stood just as erect.
Joe had walked away, and
as he returned, the two noticed he had a tray in his hand with what appeared to
be several syringes and some sort of vial.
Setting the tray on a table close to the two, he asked, “Are either of
you allergic to wasps?”
Oh my God, Carla though to
herself. What was he doing?
…
She didn’t think she was,
but Jennifer had never been stung by a wasp, so she didn’t know. What was he talking about? She
worried.
“Please. Dear God, don’t do this...” Carla
begged.
“What the fuck?” Joe
shouted. “Did you fucking just say
something?”
His open hand landed hard
against the side of Carla’s face.
“Just for that, your
little piss whore Jenny here’s gettin’ a double shot!” Joe informed the bawling mother. And just to keep your big mouth quite,
I’ve got something extra for you, too.”
Joe quickly made his way
to a cabinet on the wall and returned with a gag shaped like a small dick, about
4 inches long, attached to a wide latex strap.. He made a point of showing Carla the
bottle of habanero chili sauce
as he poured a generous amount into an opening in the base of the little
cock. He screwed on the lid and
grabbed Carla’s tear streaked cheeks between the thumb and middle finger of his
left hand, forcing her mouth open as he drove the gag in with his right. He quickly secured the hard rubber dick
in place with the strap and fastened it tight against the back of her
head.
Carla squirmed as the
spicy sauce slowly seeped from the narrow slit in the head of the little
dick. The opening was just past the
point in her mouth where she could have blocked the flow with her tongue, but
not far enough back to keep the burning oil from filling her mouth. After just a few drops had leaked out,
the insides of her cheeks felt like they would be burned through, and her entire
mouth began to singe as the oil mixed with her ever increasing saliva. Having to swallow for fear of drowning
in her own spit, Carla’s throat soon added to the pain engulfing her
head.
“I’m going to let you go
first, too.” Joe told Carla as he pinched her right nipple hard between his
thumb and index finger. “I want you
to go first so you’ll know what your little girl’s gonna be
feeling.”
With that, Joe pushed the
slender needle of the syringe directly into the top, center of her nipple and
stopped when it had gone down its length of about 3/8 inch. He then slowly pushed the plunger in as
he withdrew the needle, and distributed the contents, about equal to the venom
of ten wasp stings, along the entire inside of her sensitive
bud.
The pain registered
instantly as Carla fought to draw a breath. The more she struggled, the more of the
habanero sauce she drew into her burning mouth and throat. Her body shook in a futile effort to rid
itself of the intense pain radiating from her throbbing nipple as the venom
worked its evil magic. Her nipple
instantly began to swell, and Joe cruelly rolled it around and tweaked it with
his fingers. It took only a few
seconds for the pain to engulf her entire breast.
Before she had even begun
to cope with this new, horrific assault, she felt Joe’s pinching on her other
nipple. The needle slowly bit into the delicate flesh as it sank the 3/8 inch or
so to the base. Joe left it there
for a few seconds as he stared deeply into Carla’s pleading
eyes.
“Fuck you, Bitch.” He said
as he pressed the plunger and withdrew the needle.
This time he pinched hard
for a few seconds before letting go.
The effect was like a shotgun blast to her chest as the blood slammed
into the venom. Carla felt herself
spinning around the room as the pain began to overwhelm her senses, but the
sound of her daughter’s blood curdling scream brought her back
around.
Jennifer let out
everything she had as the venom wreaked its havoc on her own delicate nipple,
and the effect was as though 20 wasps had just simultaneously stung her. Joe mauled at her tit, kneading and
squeezing it in an effort to spread the pain around as much as he could. Jennifer’s screams were coming in quick
gasps as her mind blindly fought unconsciousness.
Joe gave her a few minutes
to adjust to the increasing pain still flooding into her before attacking the
other nipple. Like her mother’s, he
pinched it tight as the needle withdrew, making sure the venom was forced deeply
into the cells before letting go. A
silent scream was frozen on the poor girl’s face as the blast of pain ripped
through her. Joe flicked the little
bud hard with his middle finger before taking both tits in his hands and mashing
them against her chest. With her
nipples pressed hard against his palms, Joe rolled the firm mounds against the
wall of her chest, pressing down with the heals of his hands. Jennifer shrieked uncontrollably as her
eyes rolled back in her head.
As bad as this was, Joe
wasn’t finished. He had one more
thing to do before he could call it a night. As Carla and Jennifer thrashed their
heads from the overwhelming pain radiating across their chests, Joe retrieved a
14 gauge piercing needle from the cabinet, and four nipple rings. Joe had ordered a large supply of the
captive rings, and each one had a little logo bead, in different colors, that
read “Joe’s”. This was his
signature trademark for his sex slaves.
For Jennifer, Joe selected
yellow with black lettering, and for Carla he selected red with white. Joe took his time pushing the needle
slowly through the sides of their nipples, and delighted in the look of his name
as it dangled and danced on their shuddering flesh. The deep color of their areolas
accentuated the little beads, even though the redness and swelling from the
synthetic wasp venom was in full bloom.
Joe continued the assault by attaching a thin chain from Jennifer’s right
nipple ring to her left. He
repeated the process on her mother.
Finally, he pulled the two chains together and attached a small weight,
pulling their nipples down.
Joe then moved into
position behind Jennifer, and jabbed his throbbing cock, glistening with his
precum, deep into her tender ass.
He took long, deliberate strokes and drove himself far up into her bowels
as he tugged on the chain with his fingers. The two women rolled their heads in
agony as he tormented their abused nipples. On the verge on cumming, Joe pulled out
and ejaculated into another cock shaped gag, this one intended for
Jennifer. Before screwing the lid
closed, Joe topped the hollow dick off with his warm piss, and finished
relieving himself on the mother and daughter’s faces. The gag was then fitted into young
Jennifer’s mouth and secured to her head, just like her mother’s. The cum and piss mixture seeped slowly
into her mouth, just as the hot sauce still seeped into Carla’s, and both
captives felt as though they had reached the absolute bottom of their
despair.
Satisfied for the time
being, Joe leisurely went about picking things up before making his way
upstairs. He made no comment as he
slammed the door shut behind him, and watched the two writhe in agony on the
monitor while he fixed himself a nice dinner.
To be continued …
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